Author's note: This is a work of COMPLETE fiction, I do not condone rape or forced sexual activity in any way, no one in this is real and none of them should be. This is all from my twisted little brain, and none of the characters or the sexual activities are real at all. FICTION. Do not do at home. Nothing was harmed in the making of this story except some chocolate.
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Nadia scowled at the computer screen in front of her.
As a writer at a sight for erotic stories, she was constantly trying to better herself and to make sure that she wrote stories that people enjoyed. Negative feedback didn't bother her when there was a reason behind it, even if the person didn't put their name down. What did bother her were anonymous comments that were mean, derogatory and often downright cruel... and several of them were obviously written by the same person. Who would keep reading her work if they despised it so much? Who could be that petty? - not to mention be lacking that much of a life that they needed to take the time to torment her. It was starting to bring her down, and she definitely didn't like that. She had her own little voices of judgment inside her 23 year old pretty brunette head, who needed another one?
Comment after comment...
"Your stories are unrealistic and have weak characters."
"No ones cock is that big."
"Are you a pervert? Cuz only a pervert would write about this kind of crap."
"Why do you suck so much?"
"Can't you write something good?"
"No one else likes this story either, when are you going to realize that you suck?"
"You're just writing to what you THINK your readers want to hear, write something good about cheating or threesomes, something that could actually happen."
"I'm going to give you the lowest score possible so that your scores drop and no one will read you anymore."
"You need a major attitude adjustment."
That last one really made her green eyes spark with anger, right, she wasn't the one going around practically stalking some poor author and being cruel, but she was the one who needed an attitude adjustment. Sometimes, people really pissed her off.
Beautiful when she was angry, her cheeks were flushed pink as she bit her lip and furiously typed an email to her computer-inclined friend. There had to be some way to get to the bottom of this... if only she could know WHO then maybe she'd feel better.
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Surprisingly it wasn't hard at all. BJ came over and messed around with her computer for awhile while the 5'7" brunette got them something to drink and watched a little bit of TV. After about half an hour he said, "Ok , got it."
Immediately Nadia jumped up from the couch where she'd been lounging, "Where? Who?"
He was grinning, "You'll never believe it... it's ALL one person, a girl, her name is Brooke Nibbler," Nadia giggled at the awfulness of the name, no wonder the girl was bitter, "... and she only lives about 30 minutes away." BJ raised his eyebrows at her, "Here's her information, do with what you will. I've gotta go, have fun chickie." Giving her a quick hug he left her sitting in front of the computer looking at the name and address.
Nadia hadn't really thought out what she was going to do once she found out who'd been degrading her writing... but now that she was sitting in front of this wealth of information... she couldn't help wondering...
The stories that Miss. Brooke had been so adamantly against were the ones where a girl got raped, especially when the rapist was a big black guy with a huge cock. She apparently didn't believe in foot long black monster cocks... Nadia knew better though, because she had actual experience. Maybe Miss. Brooke actually had some fantasies that she felt guilty about for some reason, and maybe that's why she couldn't help but reading Nadia's stories. Those stories happened to be Nadia's particular favorites, she didn't know why the non-consent ones turned her on so much, but she wasn't about to do something as silly as hate herself or stalk someone else for writing those stories.
Inside Nadia's head the gears were working, her green eyes unfocused as the most awful thought came into her head... it wasn't the sort of thing that the gentle and friendly girl would have ever thought herself capable of. But then again, she'd never had someone be so mean to her in her life.
Reaching for the phone, she dialed a number and smiled when a deep basso voice said hello.
"Hi Keith, it's Nadia... I need a favor."
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Two weeks later Keith was beside her as they watched Brooke leave her house. Keith was looking over his much smaller friend, he'd always like Nadia, in fact for a very long time he'd tried unsuccessfully to woo and seduce her. However, they probably wouldn't have made a good couple... but he still couldn't help but be attracted to her. Especially right now, he'd never seen her really angry before and she was very sexy with her pink lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed, brown hair a little tousled, and her 34D breasts heaving underneath her tight shirt as she glared at the other girl. Glancing back, he looked at Brooke again. Greatly reassured that she hadn't turned out to be a total hag, she had marginally pretty feature, kinda looked like a slightly overweight Reese Witherspoon. Dirty blonde hair that hung in loose waves halfway down her back, he preferred Nadia's curly shoulder length hair himself, she was curvy but also a little flabby. This was definitely something he would not be doing if it hadn't been for Nadia. Actually, this wasn't really something he'd be doing anyway, he still wasn't sure how she'd managed to talk him into it. Ok, no, might as well be honest, it was because she'd promised him a night with her afterwards, and that was something he couldn't turn down. Not after lusting after her for so long.
Grabbing the 5'7" girl as she almost started out of the bushes before Brooke's car was even out of the drive, the 6'2" big black guy smiled at her frustrated face. "Wait," he mouthed, and she calmed down, a little sullenly. Waiting really shouldn't be that hard now, she'd been waiting for two weeks.
Waiting until she knew Brooke's schedule, waiting until she'd researched everything she could find about the blonde girl. Brooke had stalked her stories, now it had been Nadia's turn to stalk Brooke's actual life. She now knew that her 25 year old anonymous critic worked as a lowly secretary at a big company and was slowly trying to work her way up, every day she left her house at 8am and returned home at 5pm. The silly girl also tended to leave her back door unlocked because she liked to eat outside. Living completely alone, she had a small single family house. Yesterday Nadia had broken into her house, and searched through it. Size 34C boobs, not chubby exactly but with a little bit of extra flab around her middle (apparently she just wasn't very athletic), she was still pretty. Getting onto her computer she'd not only found the girl's journal (detailing her last breakup with a guy who thought she was frigid in bed), she also found many pages under "Favorites" that were porn sites. BDSM, interracial, lots of erotic stories.